The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  Ronald laughed, “Lots of elbow grease and special, natural cleaners. But let’s get you ready for your baths.” He pointed to his left, “Over there is the changing room. We are not ones for puritanical modesty here, but if you aren’t comfortable with nudity, there are water closets where you can slip into a robe. Otherwise, most of the people you see will be nude. That decision is up to you. Go on and I’ll see you by the pool.”

  Phillip walked into the changing room first and was surprised to see how modern it looked. The water fixtures, lockers, and even the benches all looked brand new. As the others came in, Phillip turned around and started unbuttoning his shirt.

  “I figure you three have no secrets between you, so there is no reason for me to be bashful,” Phillip looked at Amy and Stephanie, “unless you would like me to turn around or go into one of the closets?”

  Stephanie and Amy shared a look, a smile, and then went to work undressing each other, “No need to hide or avert your eyes, Phillip. I think we’re all pretty comfortable with each other already.”

  Phillip continued taking off his clothes, but all of his attention was on the two women. As Stephanie revealed Amy’s chest and ass, he felt himself harden. He dropped his pants and bikini briefs, showing the women his situation, and Amy gasped at the size of his cock. It was only a half inch bigger than Todd’s dick, but Phillip’s cock was twice as thick. Amy bent at the waist to remove Stephanie’s pants and aimed her ass at Phillip, who groaned in appreciation.

  Todd felt slightly left out of the action so he approached Stephanie from behind and helped her out of her blouse and bra. With her pants and panties gone, Stephanie could feel Todd’s cock graze the small of her back. She turned around, and held it in her hands as Todd leaned down to kiss her. Amy watched them kiss for a second and then turned to Phillip. His cock jutted out towards her and she walked towards it. As Amy approached Phillip, she didn’t place her hand on his dick. Instead, she let it slide against her skin. The contact made her sigh, and she placed her hands on his muscular chest.

  “Oh Phillip, you feel amazing, and you look delicious,” she said before leaning down for a kiss. Phillip kept the kiss gentle, but allowed his tongue to probe Amy’s mouth. His hands went around her waist and down to her butt. His fingers separated her cheeks and explored between. Their kiss developed from first date hesitation to first year anniversary in record time. Their hands roamed over territory with wild abandon. Phillip’s lips left Amy’s and moved down her neck, her shoulders, and then to her prodigious breasts. He didn’t just suck and kiss, he made love to her boobs with his mouth.

  “Mmmmmm….Oooooh…Phillip…that is incredible…you have me headed towards orgasm…Please…keep going,” Amy pleaded.

  To Stephanie and Todd, it didn’t look like Phillip was in danger of ever stopping. They watched as he devoured Amy’s breasts and move his hand down to her mound. As they watched, Stephanie stroked Todd’s cock, enjoying the feel of it pulse between her fingers. Todd’s fingers worked their magic on Stephanie’s nipples, pulling and pinching to coax out moans and groans from the smaller woman. Amy looked back at Todd and Stephanie, and motioned them over.

  “Are you sure?” Stephanie asked.

  Amy motioned again, and Phillip spoke up, “Get over here and help me give the woman what she wants.”

  Todd and Stephanie smiled and joined the new couple. Todd plastered himself to Amy’s back, rubbing his cock up and down her ass. Stephanie took her position behind Phillip, scratching his back with her hard nipples. Her hands grabbed his ass and squeezed, enjoying its tightness. She slid her hand lower and found his huge balls. She imagined she could feel the sperm churning inside, waiting to be released. Stephanie continued her exploration by lowering to her knees. She bit Phillip’s ass while her hand snaked around to the shaft of his cock. She couldn’t completely encircle it, but she could aim it, and she did, right at Amy’s pussy.

  “Todd, lean Amy back so I can get this monster cock inside her,” Stephanie said.

  Todd did as he was told, allowing the larger woman to rest against his chest. He put his arms under her armpits and grabbed her breasts as Phillip released them from his mouth. Phillip reached down behind Amy’s knees and picked her up, his muscles not even straining. With the angle corrected, Stephanie placed Phillip’s cock head at Amy’s pussy entrance and pushed on his ass slowly. As Phillip entered Amy, all four people moaned in pleasure. Phillip took a slow approach, enjoying the tightness of Amy’s cunt. His girth allowed him to feel every wall.

  “Phillip….you’re huge…I have never felt like this…Mmmmmmm…I’m not going go to last long,” Amy moaned.

  “Me, neither honey…you are fucking amazing….. Your cunt feels so tight and hot,” Phillip answered. The two kept moving together, with the help of Todd and Stephanie.

  Amy leaned her head on Todd’s shoulder, “Todd, I love the way you are holding me, squeezing my boobs…pinching my nipples…you can … do it harder!”

  “Your wish is my command, Babe,” Todd responded.

  Stephanie was back on her feet behind Phillip, rubbing her breasts on his back and her hands on his ass. She got a naughty idea, and slipped a finger between his cheeks and ran the tip along his anus. Instead of tightening his cheeks to keep her out, Phillip relaxed a little, allowing her access.

  “Stephanie just a word of warning,” Phillip said as she invaded his ass, “whatever you do to me, I get to do to you.”

  Stephanie smiled and kissed Phillip’s back, “That better be a promise, mister, not a threat.” She then slipped her entire finger inside.

  “MMmmmmm! Fuck!” Phillip exclaimed, “Amy, you better be ready, because Stephanie just shoved a finger up my ass, and I don’t have any restraint left!”

  Amy was covered in sweat and could barely keep her eyes open, “I’ve…been waiting…on you…to blast off!”

  Phillip picked up speed and hammered into Amy five more times. The last stroke brought them both to climax. Amy’s body trembled in Todd’s arms so violently that he almost dropped her. Phillip jerked seven times, shooting long jets of cum deep inside Amy each time. When he finally finished, Phillip slowly lowered Amy’s feet back to the floor and pulled his cock out of her. Stephanie removed her finger from Phillip’s ass at the same time Todd stood Amy back up, allowing Phillip to hold her up.

  Stephanie went to a sink to wash her hands while Phillip and Amy sat down on a bench. Todd stood next to Stephanie and asked, “Is it our turn now?”

  “It will always be our turn,” Stephanie said as she turned and kissed him, “but right now, I want to see this bathhouse. I have a feeling it is going to answer a question I’ve had since learning about Jenkston.”

  Todd nodded, “You want to know what is at the center of the town square, don’t you?”

  “Yes, so let’s go.”

  Hand in hand, Todd and Stephanie walked out of the changing room and into the main bath house. There were dozens of terrycloth-covered chairs filled with nude people of all shapes and sizes. They were all laughing and talking, enjoying the day. Stephanie and Todd barely noticed them. Their attention was focused on the center of the square, which held a steaming natural pool that was easily bigger than a football field.

  Ronald walked up to the nude couple, still wearing his red suit, “Welcome to the bath house. It is a slight misnomer, because it isn’t actually a house. My Great, Great grandfather discovered this pool of water by accident after building the original town square. Luckily, he did not disturb the pool with his construction. So now, we can enjoy its beauty and its healing abilities.”

  Amy and Phillip walked up at that point, and Phillip asked, “What can it heal, exactly?”

  Ronald smiled, “That my good man, is the question that you four are going to help me finally answer.”

  THE END

  Love In An Elevator

  “Could you hold that door for me please?”

  Shit.

  One, two, three, four, five, six... Nin
e words into my day, and I could already tell that things weren't going to go at all like I'd planned for me today. Nine words, and a scene of the utmost awkwardness was destined to unfold at a nearby point in my impending future, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

  But what the hell could I do, honest to God? You can accuse me of secretly wanting this, of having some masochistic desire for such a dreadful situation to unfold, all you want to. You can say that I'm just making up excuses, that I could legitimately have altered the course of events had it been my prerogative to do so. And if that's what you want to believe, then by all means, believe it. But it's not at all the truth- in fact it's nowhere, even at all remotely close to what was really going through my mind in that moment.

  The fact of the matter is, I simply had no choice. The laws and dictates of social propriety, manners, and my wish to keep my job all dictated that, at the words “Could you hold that door for me please?”, I must lean forward, push a button to keep the elevator doors from closing, and keep them open long enough for the man in question to climb on board, joining the pair of us already standing in the center of the elevator- and then, letting my fate transpire however it might elect to do from there. It wasn't as though I could go rushing for the “close” button, pretending as though it was an accident as I did so, and in the process shut out my boss from entry, my goddamn boss of all people!

  It would have been ridiculous... Suicidal... Or, well, maybe not quite that extreme. Maybe, possibly, I could have redeemed myself after the fact, but it would have taken a hell of a lot of convincing, not to mention possibly spending some time on my knees- not something that was new to me, by any means...

  But, it was all too complicated. Having to explain away my actions after the fact would be far more inconvenient, would lead to far too many tangles, compared to if I simply did I was asked at the present moment, behaving considerately and letting my boss climb on. It may have seemed as though I had a choice, but this was more illusion than anything. I was going to have to plunge head first into this most awkward of situations, grit my teeth and bear it, and hope that things didn't get any more progressively awkward than I knew they already would be.

  Just as the elevator doors were about halfway closed, and I could scarcely peek out the still open slit, I took a deep breath, leaned forward, and pressed the button that slid them back open once again. Slowly, they unfurled, revealing to me, in plain sight, the view of my boss, smiling at me, and his eyes turning only momentarily to the man standing beside me. I don't think he thought much of him, really, so much as he was simply noting his presence- in other words, he didn't make the connection between Mark and I, or at any rate, not the connection that Mark and I shared secretly with one another. He knew that the two of us worked together routinely, but his knowledge didn't go beyond that. Similarly, Mark, as far as I could devise, had no knowledge of the dynamic between the boss and I. Any awkwardness he seemed to be feeling in that moment was the same sort of awkwardness that any junior employee may tend to feel around a superior. Intimidation, perhaps, a feeling of inferiority or a need to impress. But nothing more than that, really.

  I was honestly the only one with a full, complete picture of the scene that had just set itself up in the cramped space of this elevator...

  “Good morning, Miss Plemons... Mister Hill,” said Mister Johnson, nodding curtly to both Mark and I as he stepped to my opposite side, and lingering just a little bit longer on me, smiling as he did so, but not elaborating any further on the meaning of this look.

  “Good morning, Mr. Hill,” I said, and Mark slightly echoed me, his speech coming at a minuscule delay from my own, in a manner that was almost comical, “Morning Mr. Hill.”

  I could detect Mr. Johnson coyly trying to continue looking at me from the corner of his eye, as though he might somehow expect some further manner of recognition on my part, in light of what it was the two of us had shared. I supposed I could understand that, to an extent, but what the hell did he expect me to do? I couldn't well acknowledge our personal connection, showing my hand to Mark in the process, and make things hella awkward on the ride up for us, now could I? At last, when it must have grown apparent to him that he'd received every bit of the recognition from me he would get, he turned slowly away from me, still smiling, still seeming as though he knew perfectly well what was going on, as though he, above either of us in this cramped little space, held the most confidential of knowledge. Though that honor, of course, fell to me, and God did I wish it could be otherwise in that moment.

  I needed to break the silence somehow, needed to save my sanity before I started shaking, trembling, stammering from the awkwardness. Above all, I needed to get a grip on myself, knowing full well that I was seriously overreacting right now, and that as long as I could force myself to remain cool-headed, I shouldn't reasonably have been as worried as I was in the present.

  “Going up, Mr. Johnson?” I ventured, my voice cracking slightly, and I realized that I sounded like a damn teenager.

  “Uh, yes, I'm going to- Well, as it turns out, I'm going to the same floor as the two of you. So that works out perfectly, doesn't it?”

  “Oh, great!” I said, feigning an overenthusiastic smile at him- I'm sure I looked like the world's biggest idiot in that moment...

  I stared wistfully out the elevator doors as they slowly ground to a close once again, my last view of freedom fading slowly away, and my urge to break out in a run, to lunge from the elevator car and make a break for it before things became too stifling for me, was one that I knew, despite my most burning wishes, I would have to suppress. God help me, as bad as my skin was prickling, as hotly as my ears were burning, and as clearly as the sweat was beginning to pour down along my chest and spine, I knew I could get through this in short enough order- I just needed to get my head back out of places where it didn't belong, and believe that things were going to be okay.

  The elevator doors closed, sealing the three of us inside together. I was now trapped with the two men, and my blood pressure was in the vicinity of bursting through the ceiling.

  We began to make our ascent, and I locked my eyes forward as the elevator lunged upward, messing with my stomach as it generally had a habit of doing. I closed my eyes, then, only as long as I thought I could manage to do so without calling attention to myself. I inhaled a deep breath, steadying my nerves, and gradually released it back out, not daring to look to either side of me, and my heart beating faster, faster, faster, with the passing of each minute.

  I knew... I knew damn well, in fact, that I was making entirely too massive a deal out of all this. There was honestly no sense in it. I was being childish, ridiculous, making a mountain out of a mole hill, as the hackneyed but wholly appropriate saying went. I mean God damn, what was this, really? A thirty second or so elevator ride up a few floors of a building, up, up, up, up, sandwiched between two men, two professional men, and co-workers, no less- what the hell could I possibly be imagining that would make this all feel like the end of the world? What, seriously, did I envision happening that could spell the unquestioned ruining of my day, and possibly my life? Was I really that melodramatic, really that self absorbed? I was being so God damn foolish....

  Or was I?

  These might have been “just two men,” but they weren't just “any two men.” These were two men whose conflicting roles in my life could cause things to become very complicated for me should their worlds collide, as they seemed to be doing in spite of me at this very point in time. It may have only been an elevator ride to the top, but it was the proximity of these two, the bringing together of these forces in my life, that caused me to tremble and to sweat with uncertainty.

  I continued to breathe, to steady myself as the elevator groaned its way skyward, and from the corner of my eye I proceeded to consider both men, to contemplate them- not that this would reasonably mitigate my anxiety in the least, really, but at least it was something to occupy me, keep me from getting too dizzy.
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br />   Mr. Johnson, unfortunately, caught me eyeballing him from the corner of his periphery, and smiled at me in reaction. I had no choice but to return his grin uncomfortably, sweat beginning to trickle down my forehead as I did so, until at last he turned away, and I breathed a slight, nasal sigh of relief. I was more careful this time around, then, as I chanced yet another glance in his direction from the corner of my eye, giving him a good once over, and reflecting on the role he'd played in my corporate life up to this point (not to mention other areas of my life that I would be best not to dwell upon right here and now, honestly.)

  Mr. Johnson was a bit older than me- quite a bit older, in fact. Technically speaking, he was old enough to have been my father, although that wasn't to say he was a geezer, or anything like that. I was in my late twenties at the time, and he somewhere in the vicinity of middle age. He had salt and pepper hair, and a suave, sophisticated demeanor- like I said, hardly any sort of old geezer. I mean hell, if it was any indication, he practically ran this damn company from the very top, with an immense strength, a stamina, a drive that any of the firm's younger employees genuinely tended to lack. And God, was he handsome...

  Even in my state of awkward befuddlement, I couldn't help but let my desires for this man's appearance get the best of me. He always dressed so sharp and sophisticated, with his suave suits and his expensive haircuts. Plus, at his age, I knew him to be a major workout enthusiast- although, I must say, I don't know when the hell he might have found the time for such things, as I myself did yoga two or three times a week, and I found it nearly impossible to try and balance it with my own hectic work schedule, missing classes far more often than I would really care to admit, despite my best intentions. This man was, truly, a miracle worker of sorts, as far as balancing out his life was concerned- and I say that in more ways than one...